Frogspawn Swamp The lives we've reclaimed.

Okay now you've got to be shittin' me, he countered as she brought up the full memory; she seemed so certain of herself but the names didn't sound familiar and the situation blanked in his mind. Firefly would be fine with all that, but then she said a name that sounded so long and uppity that his first instinct was to say no, sorry, got the wrong guy. But there was no way to ignore that she'd said Argyle — something he thought he had chosen on a whim when travelling. Evidently not. That took some of the fire out of him and his expression softened.

That name -- it sounds too fancy to fit me. I'm Firefly, and while he was suddenly nervous to reveal this about himself, he couldn't rightly accept his old name - his dead name from a dead life - as easily as she offered it. A frown creeps back on to his face as he considers all she has said and he blurts, Cool story and all, but I ought to be getting back home -- and abruptly tried to remove himself from her company, feeling a little spooked. So much for a vacation.